The Field Poem by uder pressure

why on some days
can you fill us
full of joy and happiness
but other days
anger and tire us?

when the weeds peek through
the tight impacted dirt
and the snow begins to fall
hiding you
we'll miss you

in a few months
we know we'll have you back
you'll work us
and we'll destroy you.

wiping away the make-up
of your perfect white lines
covering your smoothe
soft dirt
with the outline of our feet

but we'll always come
back and fix you
make you beautiful
and you will always
with every exhausting practive
every competative game
bring us all
so much closer.